Chapter 7: Miss Naughty Little Masseuse

After gathering everything I needed for the session, I made my way to Room 268. I knocked twice before opening the door and stepping inside.

“Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to our spa. My name is Athira, and I'll be your massage therapist for today,” I greeted him.

My gaze immediately landed on the man lying facedown on the massage bed, his face turned in the opposite direction from where I stood. The pillow partially concealed his features, making it impossible for me to get a proper look at him.

Kahit hindi ko kita ang mukha niya ngayon, I could sense na gwapo siya kasi gwapo ang pangalan niya, eh. Nakita ko sa client's name: Xianleigh Dion.

He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a broad frame, massive shoulders, and a back that was undeniably eye-catching. Even while lying down, yung muscular build niya agad ang mapapansin. His strong shoulders tapered into a well-defined back, and the sight alone made me pause for half a second.

Goodness. Is this man a model or a fitness maniac or something? Ang fit ng body niya.

“Before we begin, sir, may I ask if there's any particular area you'd like me to focus on?” I asked as I approached the massage bed.

“My back and shoulders,” he replied.

His voice was deep, smooth, and unexpectedly captivating.

“Certainly, sir. Please let me know if the pressure is too strong or if you experience any discomfort during the session,” I reminded him.

He responded with a quiet hum, remaining in the same position.

I prepared the massage oil, rubbed a small amount between my palms, and positioned myself beside him.

For a moment, my eyes wandered back to his broad shoulders.

This man is oozing with charisma, even with just his sexy back. Kahit di ko pa kita ang mukha niya, I know he's the kind of man na pangarap ng kahit sinong babae.

But, Athira, behave.

I'd treated plenty of clients at the luxury hotel spa, and admiring a client's appearance was certainly not part of my job description.

Still, I couldn't help being curious about the man lying before me.

I hadn't even seen his face properly, yet his impressive physique and deep voice had already caught my attention.

Taking a quiet breath, I placed my hands gently on his shoulders and began the massage.

“Is the pressure okay, sir?” I asked.

“Perfect,” he answered shortly.

I pressed my hands harder against his soft, delicate back. It should've been just another typical session with another client, but I wondered why I felt so uncomfortable with this one. Parang ang pakiramdam ko, itong air-conditioned room ay nasa loob ng oven.

Nanginginit ako?

May nagawa ba akong kasalanan? O baka kasalanang pagnasaan ang likod ng sarili kong client?

But I couldn't help it. I was tempted. I didn't understand why I felt this way, as if I were intoxicated. His scent was consuming, and for some reason, it seemed familiar.

Have we met before?

“Can you press a little harder?” he asked.

I was taken aback when I heard him ask me to press harder.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

Mas diniinan ko pa ang pagmasahe sa kanya. I even heard him moan as he felt the pressure I applied.

Hearing those little noises from him made me feel as though we were in a different situation. I felt like my whole body was burning, and my eyes remained locked on his back. Parang gusto ko itong halikan.

What is this thought in my mind?

My body acted before I could think, and I found myself leaning closer to his back.

And I kissed it. I kissed his back!

“Would you care to explain what you just did?” he asked, breaking the split-second silence.

I got caught!

The client finally turned to face me. And for heaven's sake, no wonder he seemed so familiar—we had met before!

He's Mr. Hot Guy!

I'm doomed. Siya yung hinalikan ko sa bar at iniwan ko pagkatapos. And now, nahuli niya na naman akong humalik sa kanya. This time, I'm his masseuse, and he's my client!

I could already imagine what he was thinking. Iisipin niya talaga na weird akong babae. Which, honestly, I am.

Dahan-dahan siyang napabangon at humarap nang buo sa akin. The moment I saw his abs, bahagya akong napalunok.

But in my defense, this man does something to me. I don't know if it's his intoxicating scent, his ridiculously attractive body, or the way he carries himself, but my hormones seem to go wild whenever he's around. Parang biglang nagiging sobrang taas ng libido ko kapag siya ang kaharap ko. It's as if my body has a mind of its own, constantly tempting me to do things I would never normally dare to do.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't like that. I was just—" I stammered, trying to explain myself, but the words refused to come out. My mind had gone completely blank.

"Looking for excuses? Why don't you tell me first why you left me that night?" he asked, his gaze fixed on mine.

I'm certain he's talking about what happened at the bar. Why did I make such a reckless decision that night? Now, I'm stuck dealing with the consequences, desperately trying to save face in front of this man.

"Sir, let's just continue with our session. I have another client after you, and I guess you have your own schedule, too," I replied, trying to sound professional.

"Playing dumb as your defense? You can't do that to me, Miss Naughty Little Masseuse," he remarked teasingly.

He said this as he leaned closer to me, his face now dangerously near mine.

"Oh, God. Why does he have to be this close?" I thought to myself.

I instinctively leaned back, but he only flashed me a knowing smirk, as if he could see right through me.

And judging by the way my heart was racing, I was in serious trouble.